"Wise Gentleman, why are you here!"

"Ah, Officer Takagi." Akechi, who looked down at his watch, was stunned, and watched the panting Takagi Shibu stop in front of him, "Are you looking for me?" What happened to the inquiry? ”

"Uh, that ......" Wataru Takagi grinned awkwardly, pressed his head, and said with difficulty, "Kudo-kun called and gave us a list of suspects......"

Akechi goro calmly straightened the cuffs of his shirt and said unhurriedly, "Oh, I see. I'm on that list too, right? ”

"Eh, hahaha......" Wataru Takagi felt even more embarrassed by his words, and could only rub the short hair on the back of his head vigorously, "Kudo-kun, I should just want to eliminate all possibilities as comprehensively as possible." ”

"The basis of my reasoning is that someone used a pistol, an arrow, or other exclamatory weapon to break the chain from which the crystal lamp was hung." Without relieving Takagi's embarrassment, Akechi Goro propped his chin and muttered to himself, "It seems that Kudo has got an extra clue." I seem to have seen him today, is he there too? ”

"That's not ......," Wataru Takagi replied dryly.

"That's interesting." Akechi Gorou raised one eyebrow, "Sure enough, as an outsider, it's still difficult for me to compete with this native genius for a while." ”

Takagi choked for a moment, only to feel that his face was a little red, but he couldn't find the words to refute it.

Akechigoro's statement is generally consistent with the real situation.

He has only been active in Tokyo for a short time, and Kudo Shinichi, who is closer to public welfare and solves crimes purely out of interest, is a bit more utilitarian than Akechi Goro, who is seriously engaged in private detective work, and he is also making a living from it, and he is far less familiar with detectives and police like Mori Kogoro......

In general, among the opinions provided by the two people, the search lesson is still more inclined to adopt Kudo Shinichi's opinion first.

…… However, although he was describing the truth, Wataru Takagi always felt that today's wise speaking style was much harsher than before.

Wise Goro, no matter what kind of social situation, is like a fish in water.

So when he wants people to not get off the stage, his skills with guns and sticks are also first-class - when he satirizes certain prisoners or characters he is not used to, Wataru Takagi has seen it a few times.

How to say it, the answer of high emotional intelligence is that if he always uses this attitude to talk to people, then it is indeed necessary to learn a good marksmanship as a self-defense technique.

Now Zhizhi, I don't know if it's the reason why I'm in a bad mood when I witnessed the murder, and even the smile that seems to stay on my face forever has disappeared, and I look at the meaning of some people who don't want to enter.

"Actually, Kudo-kun's main need is to ask us to confirm the handkerchiefs on your bodies." Pretending not to hear his sarcasm at all, Wataru Takagi forcibly reversed the subject, "Akechi-kun, the handkerchief you got is also purple, right?" ”

"Yes." Akechi Goro slowly put his hand into his arms, fumbled for a moment, and pulled out a neatly folded fabric, "Is this it?" ”

"Sorry, please confirm for me." Wataru Takagi said, taking his handkerchief and unfolding it to confirm the embroidery in the upper left corner.

Akechi Goro let him take the handkerchief away, and carried it in his pocket indifferently, waiting for his next move.

It was impossible to doubt the wisdom of Wataru Takagi who breathed a sigh of relief: "This is indeed a handkerchief distributed at the venue. Okay, please come with me here and make a simple transcript of the inquiry. ”

Without objecting, Akechi Goro followed him upstairs and saw several other detained suspects in front of the door that had been temporarily requisitioned by the police as an inquiry room.

Chris Wynyard, with his long fluffy blond hair tied up in a bunch, was leaning against the window, looking at the sinking sky outside the window indifferently, when he heard footsteps, he turned his gaze and met the gaze of Akechi Goro, who had a flat face.

"Hey, we've all been asked, why can't you let us go back or even allow us to call?" The female writer Minoru Nanjo pushed her glasses and said irritably, "What else is going on?" ”

"Sorry ma'am, we still have some situations to analyze......" Wataru Takagi laughed, raising his hand to suppress it to stop her from having a further seizure.

"Next, Mr. Kenzo Kashiyama......" The door of the guest room was pushed open, and the Twilight Police Department ended the conversation with the previous suspect, and came out to greet him, and at a glance he saw the new Akechi Goro, "Ah, Akechi brother." Sorry, I'm sorry, but Kudo gave me some new clues...... The scope of the two of you overlaps, which is called, the hero sees the same! ”

Akechi Goro smiled and accepted the slightly apologetic slap from the Twilight Police Department, and watched Kenzo Kashiyama hold his crutch and tremble past the suspects with different looks, past Chris Wynyard, then past him, into the open door behind Twilight XIII.

"I'll talk here first, and when it's over, I'll ask your opinion, and I should be able to lock down the real murderer." With a sincere smile, the Twilight Police Department gave Wataru Takagi two gestures and followed up the door.

The door slammed shut again, wisely retracting the gaze cast on the door.

Chris also withdrew his gaze, and the two looked at each other again, apparently aware of each other's small movements, and no longer communicated with each other, but at the same time cast their eyes downstairs.

At the back door of the hotel, next to the side door, which was not surrounded by reporters, a black Porsche stopped.

"It's gin and vodka." Slipping to the side of the parking lot and waiting for the doctor to pick him up, Conan, looked at two extremely familiar figures, one left and one right, and got out of the car, their faces full of anxiety.

The call he had heard in the crowd before was anything but a hallucination......

There are only those who know his identity and may be present, and those who know such as Tang Ze and Joker have a certain force value, and they are easy to be found when they are attacked and coerced in the crowd, and the most likely to disappear is undoubtedly Gray Plains.

He spoke to the doctor on the phone, and Gray Yuan left a hurried note, and left his house, and now he can't be contacted at all, and there is no news.

In desperation, he can only put his hope on the elusive joker.

Hopefully he's not too far from the venue.

Pisco must be among the people with the purple handkerchief, and because of his request, the police have detained all of them for now, and no one has assisted or transferred them, so Gray Plains may still be safe for the time being.

But no one can guarantee that it will not be other code name members who will take her.

And the appearance of gin and vodka has made the situation even more precarious......

Should I go back to the hotel?

After hiding to the side and watching the two men in black press their phones for a while, Conan gritted his teeth as he walked towards the side door of the hotel.

Can't wait any longer......

He was about to pull his legs to follow, when the phone finally came back with a timely reply.

[I found her.] She's safe now. 】

Conan's eyes lit up, but he thought of the two gin who walked in the door, and hurriedly sent an email.

[Are you still in the hotel?] Hurry up and find a way to get out or find a place to hide, Gin entered through the side door. 】

The reply was very swift.

[She's been sent out by me, don't worry.] 】

What about you? 】

[Don't worry so much, leave quickly, it's getting dark, the children should go home early.] 】

Didn't he say that the members of the organization might find him, so they couldn't show up easily?

What do you mean by saying this, how do you want to be confronted with gin?

Doesn't this guy always like to ridicule him for acting impulsively and recklessly, why is he more reckless than himself when things come to an end?

Conan stared at the line, vaguely guessed the joker's overtone, and quickly picked up his phone and dialed it directly.

The only sound that came from the earpiece was that the other party had turned off the phone.

My throat hurts————

Damn, Eryang, but I have to go to work, because I don't have a fever, and the symptoms are not obvious

Woooooooooooo

By the way, friendly reminder, there are still 2 days left for the end of the fandom event

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